Inside it is an attraction for sure
Not easy to navigate through
I know that it will cost for someone to explore
But I cannot say anything more.
Life is strange there, inside of me
Nothing there is easily understood
Anything can surely appear
Trying hard to always keep out those drifts of tears.
Inside it is never quite
If you were to see what all goes on in there
You would surely be scared
I know because I am the one who has had to care.
Parks should be exciting and fun
But if it the inside one.
There is just discord
Especially when you enter on your own accord.
Inside Parks come with no clear direction
Nothing is free
There may be turmoil to see
When it is inside me.
So enter softly, patiently, and calm
I often tell people being here is no fun.
It is merely “to occupy one’s curiosity”
And they leave, usually.
No one really comes there and stays for long
It is most unpleasant at times
I try to keep it free of clutter and trash
But it is bound to happen, inside, alas.
So come if you wish
Don’t take anything with you
I run this park all on my own
It is hard to maintain, when you hurt all alone.
Inside Parks are inside all of you
They have things that attract
And they have things that can make a person blue
Enter cautiously, take nothing away
So the inside park can continue, yet again, another day.